This is a song about "Rounds pounds grounds"

I was prevented from seeing/ a fifth grader and 135 pounds

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

But if you keep it underground, the corporate thunder pounds,

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Satan's horns, thunder pounds, pieces of an angel's face,

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

Children weighin' too many pounds, brother almost as wide

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

Cracks what i'm flippin and i'm shippin it in fuckin pounds

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Silence, fast forward, these niggaz deserve rounds,